Chapter 109: Photos and investigation

The old and the young looked at each other for a moment, the old tailor asked softly, "Mr. Lanse, what do you want this child to do?"

In fact, this "child" is older than Lanse, but to the old tailor, he is a child, and it can also be seen from the side that he protects his son-in-law.

"Garment factory, I need a manager, but I can't trust others."

"You come to help me manage this garment factory, arrange work, storage, stocking, shipping, everything, I will give you one hundred dollars a month."

The old tailor and his son-in-law both gasped. One hundred dollars a month is not a small amount in their eyes, at least it can solve their current predicament.

The two looked at each other for a while, exchanged low voices for a while, and the old tailor nodded and said, "This is your kindness, we have no reason to refuse."

Lanse shook hands with the old tailor's son-in-law. "I haven't asked your name yet."

"Laide."

"Mr. Laide, I hope to see you at this address tomorrow morning..." Lanse wrote an address for him, then smiled and said, "Now, let's solve the problem of our clothes first."

The newly made clothes were very decent and fitting. After all, it was an old tailor who had worked for nobles. Even in the empire, this was a rare honor.

Every little partner changed into new clothes. This unified dressing brought them an unprecedented sense of glory and cohesion!

Meiluo walked over happily wearing new clothes. "Should we take a photo?"

"I think this is a moment very worth commemorating and savoring!"

Lanse considered it slightly and agreed.

Mo Lisi drove the car to pick up Elvin. This important moment, he must be here.

Actually, the recovery after surgery is considered quite good. As long as there is no strenuous exercise, standing for a while doesn't matter.

There are specialized photography shops on the street. When the photographers came here and saw these young people who looked a bit murderous but were all smiling, the strong contrast made him realize that this would be a classic photo!

Everyone squeezed together, Lanse stood in the middle, and under the photographer's coordination, everyone stood where they should stand.

"Look here, when I raise my hand, you all say cheese."

Yisen was not used to this tight clothes, he asked softly, "Why say cheese, is ham not okay?"

Elvin turned his head and glared at him. "Shut up, are you the photographer, or is he?"

Yisen rolled his eyes, facing the camera. The moment the photographer raised his hand, smiles appeared on the young faces, and the burning light of the magnesium lamp illuminated everyone, just like the light of the era shining on them!

Took several photos in a row, they even moved a chair, let Lanse sit on the chair, and others stood behind him surrounding the chair.

This time they didn't stand so seriously, but instead gave the photographer a... taste he couldn't say.

Elvin leaned on Yisen, Yisen looked at the distant sky, Mo Lisi looked at the lens, but held a deck of poker in his hand.

Enio, with his intact hand, made a pistol gesture, pointing at his temple. He felt this was cool...

Everyone showed their own style, and Lanse, he took out a red handkerchief, shook it, and stuffed it into the pocket on his chest.

He crossed his legs, hands on the armrests of the chair, leaning back slightly on the back of the chair, staring at the lens with a slightly overlooking, even contemptuous look.

The photographer standing behind the lens had a feeling of scalp slightly numbing, but he still recorded this picture at the most suitable time.

Occasionally people on the roadside saw this, and there would be such a short loss of consciousness, and soon left, but this scene would exist in their memory for a long time, and constantly, deepen again and again.

Lanse shook hands with the photographer and gave him five dollars.

"Thank you for taking the time to come over, when can we take the photos?"

"I mean, I hope to have some large photos, not the kind of small photos that can be held in the hand, it will be hung in a certain room by me, it's best to be as big as a window."

The photographer nodded repeatedly. "No problem, Mr. Lanse, I promise this is the best photo I have ever taken, I even feel that mailing it to the Federal Photographers Association can win a big prize!"

He was a bit expectant, but Lanse didn't agree. "It's not a proof of who won the honor, right?"

The photographer was a bit regretful. "Yes, it's my problem." He paused and put the money into his pocket. "If you are in a hurry, I can help you wash the photos as soon as possible."

Lanse took out two more dollars and handed them to him. "Then as soon as possible!"

"You are very envious." The old tailor bit his pipe, his eyes squinting through the distance between his forehead and the glasses at his son-in-law. He could see that the expression on Laide's face was like wanting to join them.

Laide didn't deny it. "They give me a feeling I can't say, I think... this will be a legend."

The old tailor didn't agree, or refuse, just reminded him, "This might make you live the life you want, but it might also send you to hell."

He has lived so long, seen too many things. He knows very well what these young people are doing.

He cannot evaluate whether what Lanse and the others are doing is right, or wrong. Every era has the characteristics of every era, the way of living. This is the federation, not the empire. He is an old man, not a young man.

He cannot see the trend and direction of society as clearly as when he was young. What he can do is not much. It is like the stubborn reef left after the tide of the era passed.

He also knows that he actually cannot restrain Laide, not let him do anything, or let him do anything. He can't do it. He can only take out his experience as a reference for him when choosing the direction of life.

Laide also lit a cigarette. "But we are already in hell, aren't we?"

The chair was moved back, Lanse walked to the two. "Very great craftsmanship, I have some things these few days, after a few days we can talk about my sponsoring you to open a shop."

"Considering that you might become very busy, and your son-in-law is not by your side, if you are willing, I can find some imperial people to be your apprentices."

"I will handle all their problems, you just need to let them work."

The old tailor didn't consider it for too long and agreed. "I am old, one day I will not be able to work, I intend to pass my craftsmanship to Laide, but it looks like he is not interested in these now."

He held Lanse's hand. "I only have one daughter, Laide is like my son, I hope you can take good care of him."

Lanse patted his hand. "I will take good care of every family member!"

The old tailor left soon, Lanse called Yisen over. "You know leather shoes very well, go help us get some leather shoes, don't need any well-known brands or leather craftsmen, but you have to make us look decent, find Meiluo for money."

Yisen's father was a leather craftsman, he came into contact with various leather goods since he was a child, and he knows this line better than anyone else.

Sure enough, Yisen, who remains silent in most cases, answered a loud "no problem" at this time.

Lanse patted his arm, signaling him to go to work.

Meiluo walked over and stood beside him at this time. "Everything seems a bit incredible, Lanse, everyone seems to have experienced a baptism, we have been sublimated, flesh, soul, spirit!"

"All this, is what you brought!"

Lanse straightened his hair that was actually not messy. "Someone has to stand at the very front to split the wind and waves for us, Meiluo."

"Instead of expecting who can do this for us, I'd rather be this person!"

He paused after saying this. "Later we might have more companies, I intend to split the legal and illegal into two parts, you help me find another reliable person, it's best to be clean enough."

"Of course, if you want to go to that side, it's also fine, but our contact here will have to be reduced."

Meiluo nodded, very solemnly. "I know, I will find this person as soon as possible."

At two o'clock in the afternoon, a police car stopped outside the office. Two police officers got out of the car.

Both were wearing sunglasses, looking at the bustling office, and walked straight in.

"Is your boss here?" One of the police officers looked around, and finally his gaze fell on a girl at the front desk.

He took off his sunglasses, leaned against the bar, and tapped his fingers on the bar.

Lanse ordered them, if any police came to ask if he was there, let them tell the police to go to his office.

The girl pointed them in the direction, and the two walked to the back while observing the busy work here.

At first they appeared a bit careless, this kind of work was a kind of benefit to them, they were thinking about whether they could fiercely intimidate the boss here, and then blackmail some money from him.

But when passing the last few rooms, through a half-covered door crack, they suddenly saw some people wearing formal clothes, combing oil heads, with eyes that made people uneasy, sitting inside, with some weapons and daggers placed on the table.

Maybe it was because the movement of their walking was too big, which attracted the attention of the people inside. The person sitting by the door stood up, walked to the door while staring at them, and gently closed the door.

The police officer's breathing was a bit rapid, and his heartbeat started to accelerate. The police officer walking behind even pressed his hand on the holster!

These people are gang members, and not the kind of small trouble!

The two looked at each other, and both saw solemnity in each other's eyes, but their work now was handed down from above the branch. If they could choose, they would want to leave here now!

But they couldn't do it, they could only bite the bullet and continue to walk back.

At the end of the corridor, a door had "Manager's Office" written on it. They looked at each other and knocked on the door.

"Come in."

A voice came from inside. The police officer took a deep breath, pushed the door and entered, and the other police officer followed closely.

Lanse sat behind the table, looking at the police officer who came in, a smile appeared on his face. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Officer?"

After the two entered, the police officer closed the door and stood by the door, while the police officer walked to the chair opposite Lanse's table and sat down.

"I am Officer Felon from the Port Branch, I have some things I want to understand from you, do you have time now?"

Very polite, but the reason for being polite is definitely not because he has such noble character! ===== CHAPTER 110 =====